Within The Bonds

73: Cranberry Fruit Punch

"I don't know, but I'm damn well going to find out," I sneer back. "Wait, hold on...Alessandro isn't my boyfriend," I correct tearing my attention from the approaching pair and to her just as realization settles in.

"Yeah honey, you keep telling yourself that. But for now, I'm more interested in what those two are telling them," she hisses, spitting out the word 'them' in disgust.

'Wait a minute, Alessandro isn't my boyfriend, then why am I feeling so...so angry? Nah doesn't feel like the right word. Jealous. Yeah, that's the word! Why am I feeling so jealous that he's talking to those girls?'

With this thought still floating in my mind, I take in the appearance of the two girls walking beside Alessandro, giggling away to glory. The one with the blond pixie cut has a black shimmering tight knee-length tube dress.

Big bold black hoops dangling from her ears that are partially hidden under her hair, lightly sway from side to side with even the slightest movement of her head.

My eyes zoom on her hand which is slowly inching towards Alessandro's arm. Her pink lip-glossed smile extending every time she received a sliver of attention from him. While extending her long athletic legs in a fast-paced stride to match up with Alessandro's and Nathan's.

My eyes fall on the next girl that's walking beside the one in the shimmering dress. Her matt black skater dress hugs her upper half while the skirt barely reaches her mid-thigh putting her tone legs on full display, her gold pumps only making them look longer.

"They're looking at us, act cool," Lindsey whispers into my ears making me tear my jealous gaze from the two girls and fixing it on Alessandro.

Offering me his infamous charming smile as soon as our eyes meet, I can't help but smile back...he just has that effect on people...or maybe it's just me.

"Cranberry fruit punch for you milady," he says teasingly handing me a red solo cup like a perfect gentleman.

"Thanks," I mumble, eyeing the two girls still standing beside him from my peripheral vision.

"What's wrong?" He enquires in a whisper with his brows frowned.

"Nothing," I grumble sipping my drink.

"You look beautiful today, by the way," he compliments wrapping his right arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"You clean up pretty well yourself," I reply shyly, the intoxicating smell of his cologne invading my sense as the feeling of being this close to him intensifies the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach as my entire body sets itself on fire.

From the angle, I'm at, I take in his appearance. His curly hair sitting atop his head in a messy mob, but I wouldn't have it any other way, to be honest. With all my self-restraint I resist the urge to run my hands through his curly messy and avert my eyes to take in the rest of his features.

I admire the way his black tailor-made shirt fits him to perfection, his tattooed arms on display. The tip of my finger traces the intricate design etched to the top of his hands mindlessly, wondering the story behind it.

"You like it?" He asks lowly jerking me out of my thoughts, his face inches away from my face as his minty breath fans my heated cheeks.

I nod as an answer, our proximities making me afraid to open my mouth or even move my lips knowing that even the slightest moves made by either of us would result in our lips connecting.

"Alessandro, so for how long are you in town?" The pixie cut girl asks interrupting our moment, filling me with an undeniable annoyance.

He shrugs in response to her, his enticing green eyes still locked with mine. A small smile creeps its way to my lips at his action, happy that I still hold his complete attention.